Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.